I fear one day
you'll no longer need me,
and once again I'll be tossed aside.
Usually this wouldn't be
any different.
But,
I like you.
Please, keep me.

Anyone can laugh off your problems.
But it takes someone special
to get you to laugh away your problems
as well.

I'm sure
things will come to an end one day.
Whether by my hand
or God's.
But until that day comes
I'd like to stay with you.

My brain and my heart,
just can't agree with each other.
Trying to get them to play nice
has my thoughts and emotions
in the gutter.

You confuse me.
I know you'll never like me
but I can't stop the enjoyment I feel
when I say
I love you.

You know,
I find myself saying
"I'm sorry"
quite a lot.

Back then
apologies were beat out of me,
so now they just bleed out
from the scars
on their own.

I'm sorry,
I know you have better people
and better things to do.
But I want to
be around you too.

I'm sorry,
that I cling to you so much.
You just make me feel
like the little worth I have
is something real.

I know things can
never be that way between us.
But I never want us to be parted,
cause you're someone who finally
makes me feel
wanted.

Things would only change
If I was strong enough to do so.
But I'm not.
So until then, I don't know.

Your eyes are pretty.
I just wish
they would look at me more.

My feet have grown weary
from walking around it.
I want you to see it like I do.
I want you to know,
how much I like you.

One day, you'll realize
I was rotten from the start.
And I'd have no reason
to have a place in your heart.

One day, you'll realize
there's so much better than me.
And again, I'll be cast away
despite how much I'd plea.

And one day, you'll realize.
I was never of any use.
One day, you'll realize
the truth.

Once upon a time,
I wanted to give you my heart.
But now,
I'm begging you to take it.
Take it before I
tear it out myself.

Puzzle of life.
Friendships, love, connections,
all proper pieces.
And yet I can't find anywhere I fit
in this unsolvable jigsaw.

I've only lived in pain
so I can die in peace.

Why do I write?
To express myself,
or is it because I'm too scared to
express myself in a "real way",
like you said.

There's no point.
Even now I'm running away
from actually talking to you.
I'm sorry.

I always was a coward,
took to the pen before the tongue.

And now all the words I've ever
ever
written,
torn up by their creator.

I'm sorry,
I can't keep acting like I'm okay.
Every conversation like this,
every word,
just makes me cry more and more
every day.

I know I'm selfish.
for wanting to be seen
as much as her.
I try but,
that'll never happen right?

You are a monster.
You must be.
With 15 limbs,
and green skin,
and scales.
When you bleed,
its blue, not red.

You definitely must be
a monster.
Because no human,
could hurt me so bad.

If my feelings would show
their ugly faces right now,
I wouldn't be able to fight back,
would I?

It comes out of the dark spaces.
Living in my closet,
behind the door,
under the bed.

It creeps up on me,
when I'm least expecting it.
Sending me
chills.

And for some reason,
it can tell
when you're not around
to help.

"You don't understand,
you don't understand!", you cried.
It's not like
you understood me either.

We met
and played a game.
I was bad at it,
for that I'm sorry.

We met
and had coffee.
I got your order wrong,
for that I'm sorry.

We met
and talked about that book.
I didn't like it,
for that I'm sorry.

We met
and then we didn't.
You, now,
no longer want to meet with me.

My heart is so full of feelings.
Head full of thoughts.
I showed them to you,
now my eyes are full of tears.

I know you're wondering,
If anyone's listening.
I know, the thought of being unheard
is sickening.

But keep writing.
Keep singing.
Keep talking.

I hear you.
We hear you.

The I arose,
and the World greeted me
by dragging me along
for another day
I didn't want.

My words shouldn't be
on a piece of paper.
I wanted to give them
to you.
But for now,
this'll do.

For you,
the person I've adored.
From me,
the one you've probably abhorred.

I want to apologize.
I'm sorry for liking you.
You would never like me like that,
and I knew that too.

So I'm sorry,
for the late nights
and the early mornings.
Things could have gone different,
I thought they might.

Simply put,
I thought the idea of "us" was great.
But somewhere in me,
I knew you couldn't relate.

So I'll write this,
for You.
To the one who will never see this.
But the one I most want to, too.

So this,
is from Me.
My endearment was true.
And you know,
I think I'll keep falling for you too.
From Me,
For You.

My scabs
were mine to pick at,
but you rolled up my sleeve
and tore them off.

And now,
they're bleeding all over again.

"You're always so happy!"
Every time you say that it gets harder
to distract
myself from the fact
it's all just an act

I craved your attention,
but you weren't too eager.
No one else's will work for me,
I'm too much of a picky eater.

I wanted to need you,
and I wanted you to need me too.
But now I wonder why,
your parasitism is making me ill
as I die.

You're killing me off.

You wanted a friend.
And I wanted to apologize
for wanting more.

If I showed you
the true feelings
you've always begged me to share,
the hate,
and anger,
and frustration,
and sadness.
Would you still be here,
begging me to talk?
Or would you be begging me to stop?

Huddled again,
in a corner of the school's rooftop.
"I'm a human no one needs."
Those words,
cross your mind again as you
ponder the height.

I stand above you,
looking down with contempt.
You've no reason to look up,
I don't mind.
I'd rather not see your face;
It resembles me far too much.
Why's that?

Some people want followers.
Others want connections.
Love and
Friendship and
Time spent and
Memories.
I think about what I want,
and come up blank.
So will you please,
help me fill in this empty page?
Stay by my side, my one request.

My energy's gone,
my throat's dried up too.
Wasted everything,
just to try to talk to you.

I just wanted you to hear me.
Please, listen.

I know you try your best,
to be of use.
But every kind word
only tightens the noose.

I wonder,
what am I to you?
Someone special,
or just someone to use?

I know you well,
and you know me too.
So when you hurt me,
I'm sure you knew.

I know you don't like me,
that's nothing new.
There's no point in you knowing
how much I loved you.
-From Me, to You.

Why are the good feelings,
always the ones that hurt.
I hate "love".
I give but never receive.

I'm sorry,
I never meant to get jealous.
I just wish you noticed me,
as much as them.

You have all the time in the world,
to talk about what you want to.
But whenever I need to speak,
we're "cutting it close".

It's no fun to pretend
to be something you're not
when everyone can see
right through you.

I hate liars.
That's why I couldn't
forgive myself
when I told you it was okay.

I don't want to die.
But your kind demeanor,
the one so painful to endure.
I wouldn't really mind
going out like that.

I don't like mirrors.
No matter how much I stare
into my own eyes.
I can never see what you see.

It's not that I
don't know
the words I want to say.
I'm only worried
you won't listen to the feelings
I wanted to convey.

206 bones,
32 teeth,
5 fingers,
2 eyes,
and 1 heart.
1 aching heart.